13521/Training the Munchkin

Training the Munchkin
Date of Scene:	06 December 2022
Location:	House of Mystery
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	John Constantine, Meggan Puceanu

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John Constantine has posed:
John Constantine has had many moments in his life where he isn't sure if he's doing the right thing; and he has had many _more_ moments in life when he's absolutely certain he isn't doing the _safe_ thing. But teaching his child magic? Well. Listen. Normally he would refrain, but the kid is smarter than him already and she's going to figure this stuff out before she's five. He might as well teach her and keep an eye on her at the same time, right?

"And this," he says, turning a page in the book, "is a wanker named Nergal. Now, this particular idiot fancies himself intelligent but we both know that the more intelligent you _think_ you are..."

"...the more intelligent everyone else around you is," Constantina says, smiling up at her dad.

"Right. Which is why I usually feel like an idiot."

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
Hostess made the mistake of running a contest about fruit snacks in Central Park yesterday. Something something curvy blonde winner something. The sea of activists or supporters of one Meggan Constantine-nee-Puceanu might have opinions about corporate shills, capitalism, and the ethics of yelling at someone who wins a contest. Mind you, Meggan earning her weight in fruit snacks means the delivery of a /lot/ of fruit snacks to local schools around Gotham City. Because they could use more shiny meals and it's not like NJ shills out for tasty treats the way NYC does.

That's not to say that she does not arrive home with a bagful of the newest fruity flavours, which exist nowhere in nature except in an R&D lab. The loot haul ends up dropped on a couch cushion, an the floating empath peeks around a corner.

Never wise for her to interrupt Daddy-Daughter magic time. She has her own time to learn occult matters, and those lessons do not involve child-friendly flashcards -- made by Ceci -- or using dolls as sacrifices.

She puts a finger to her lips, winking as she sneaks up on John. Right, don't interrupt the magic.

But goose the warlock?

John Constantine has posed:
"Now, did you do your homework on the Angelic Hosts of the Elohim and their different purviews, pet?" John is about to say something, when he notices his daughter looking past him at something that has not only caught her eye, but is amusing her. He doesn't manage to turn in time, though, and when he feels that touch, he jumps a little, turning around and holding a finger up, pointing at Meggan. "In front of the CHILD?" As if they've ever sheltered Ceci from the realities of having two parents who enjoy each other's touch. It's like Gomez and Morticia around here, except Ceci has a little more joy than Wednesday Addams. Or at least, doesn't necessarily find it in the torture of others.

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
"And watch out for the eye-covered wheels, they're bloody weird," Meggan offers cheekily. The goosing earns a vibrant, sparkling laugh of sheer delight as she swallows up the emotional kick from the two people she cares about most in the world.

"You both getting into trouble, that it? I go out and get my final exams done, and you're already shaking down the celestial pyramid. Wasn't enough to thumb our eye at Him, was it? "

She gives a light kiss to the top of Ceci's head, dropping a smooch and giving a gentle hug. Hugs all around.

John Constantine has posed:
"It's _because_ we gave that giant beard of a deity the finger that I'm teaching her to look out for His agents 'ere on Earth. Imagine being our kiddo and not knowing what to look for should the supreme Presence want to be a little petty jagoff about some past slight or whatever." Go ahead, John, you keep talking crap about the Presence, it's not like it's an omniscient being who can hear and see it all. But then, maybe that's John's _point_. If the Presence is omniscient, it doesn't _matter_ what you say or think about it: it already knows how you feel. What's the point in keeping it locked up all tight and repressed? Bollocks to that, apparently.

He kisses Meggan's cheek and then says, "Besides, you'll be happy she knows this stuff when your side of the family kicks into high gear in'er."

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
Shooing Ceci isn't really the wisest way of dealing with her but it may have to do, especially where the irked blonde shifting into her more vengeful aspects is likely to meet an angel's interference with a fist. Or possibly a growl. She isn't beyond both of them at once. "That's enough of that talk. We have better things to gab about, don't we?"

Right, John? "I'll be happy to know that everyone is right as they should be when they grow up, and there is no rush in getting any older. You haven't bargained or such for immortality, so it's not so wise to be tempting birds to flee the nest is it?"

John Constantine has posed:
"Now that's a topic of long discussion, I'll 'ave you know," John says, on whether or not he's bargained for immortality. He ruffles his daughter's hair as her mother shoos her, shaking his head and turning back to Meggan. Some people think that all the deals John's made for his soul across so many demons means he's just not going to die until there's only one of those powerful entities left to collect it, which, to be fair, is entirely possible. It has become somewhat of a coveted prize, at this point.

He takes a step closer to Meggan and slides his arms around her waist. "So what did you bring me?"